Boosie BadAzz - Webbie i Remember lyrics

I remember we was wilin’ My first half of SP but this was way before the mob Everybody got a rock Tryin’ to prove like a mutherf**er, try me I’ve popped (I’ve stopped) We been on the Henny f**ed up This was when I was skinny and f**ed up n***a cluckin’ for blood, get f**ed up Memphis grisly, n***a we f**ed up You remember that December when they ran with the money Baltimore tryin’ to sue us, n***as playing with the money Went to war had a lot of n***as running Behind bars like a boss, how I’m coming Cancer hit I got scars on my stomach I remember all the nights you was stressing ’bout your momma Made me pick the phone up and call my motherf**ing momma And say “I love you momma” We was young and f**ed up in the head Drinkin’ from the river if you f**in’ with my bread Had a little money, but we living in the red Living in the red, meaning we ain’t got it like we said, keep it real with’ it Remember we first got a deal, n***a And you dropped “bad b**h” gave me “that sh** is real n***a?” I was still in the field with ’em You was telling’ me to quit, I was telling you to rap I was walking through the mob with a strap 10 chains on, I wasn’t going for the jet Beefin’ in the city where the n***as, they attack Boozie Badazz’ boys bigger than his rap Remember when I told you I was going to the can You like man, my man, you going to the can I felt in your hug, in your hands Told you I’ll be back in a minute Left the street, now I’m up in penitentiary And I’m hearing all these p**y n***as hating Saying damn, Boosie sh**, Webbie going crazy We all going through it, p**y n***a stop hating Well I told ’em, I remember Remember they ran up in your house, got your bag, n***a Same time I was beefing with these rap n***as You had twins, they was beautiful as ever “Be a dad,” what I told you in the letter I remain the same, how I ended in the end I’m always preaching game, n***a you don’t need to drink Then you go preaching game, n***a you don’t need to sing Why you drinking Henny, n***a why you selling Bourbon Where it did, well you must be f**ing with his nerves Can’t you burn these CDs, we gon’ stomp you on the curb In that Monte Carlo when we first start to swerve Me, you and ball-head in the car full of herb Then we getting to it, now we fighting like some girls Who gon’ drop first, n***a acting like some girl Never went to Church, man could said it was turnt Miss one night of p**y n***a, they be burnt Man we thug life for real p**y n***a, you be burnt When we was kids, we just wanted our turn In the hospital, me and you don’t learn Steady as in God give us one more turn I remember, Webbie